Page 7 of Summer Ever After
Our clothes were arranged next to each other, as though the two of us had been suntanning on the rock and our clothes dried from the sun. A rope swing swung lazily in the breeze above us as we lay stretched out there. Max bent to straighten out my tank top. “They look good together.” He put his hand on his chin and nodded.
My well-worn knock-off Lululemon’s and grocery store tank top somehow didn’t look out of place next to Max’s jeans and designer t-shirt.
“Max.” I rested my hand on his lower back. “I want you to know that I’ve never done this before.”
He turned to look at me. “Done what?”
“What I think we’re about to do.”
He grabbed my hand. “Swing into the lake?”
“What?” I squawked. He dragged me to the rope. “Hold on.”
I gripped the rope above my head and Max’s hands held on to the space above mine. “Are you ready?”
“How deep is it there?” I was stalling. The drop from the top of the rock had to be at least fifteen feet.
Max wrapped one arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground. “Deep enough.”
I held on tightly as he ran to the edge, where the rock was replaced with nothing but air. We spun down to the water and then arced up into the sky. “Let go,” he whispered in my ear.
“Don’t let go of me.” It was scarier than I’d expected.
“I won’t let go,” he whispered, “But you have to.”
I obeyed and the two of us plummeted to the surface of the water. Darkness and bubbles surrounded us as we sank into the water. It was cold and deep and at least ten degrees cooler than the shallow part of the bay. But, true to his word, Max didn’t let go. His strong legs kicked, propelling us to the surface. Once I gulped in a breath of air, I couldn’t stop giggling. “That was…incredible.” I managed to get the words out.
Our feet kicked in unison, keeping our heads above water. “I told you I wouldn’t let go.” He squeezed me as though to amplify his point. “Daisy, I’ve had the most incredible and unexpected afternoon with you.”
His body was warm against mine and I felt completely buoyant in his arms. Mine were wrapped around his neck and he was doing most of the work keeping us from slipping beneath the surface of Windswan Lake.
“Me too, Max.” I realized that Christina was going to be home and probably freaking out that the groceries weren’t there. “I wish that it could last forever.”
His dimples were back. “Who says that it has to end?”
The idea that I could see Max again, or maybe even regularly was more ridiculous than he could have imagined. I worked eighty hours a week, and over half of the money went to paying for the shitty trailer, and last month Christina made me pay for Chloe’s first Botox. When things were good, I was allowed to keep my own money, but when they were bad, and they were pretty much the worst they’d ever been, I had to support the family. There was no way that I could go off dating when I needed to be making money for us to survive.
He didn’t know my situation, and he couldn’t possibly understand it. This day was perfect. I already knew that it was going to be cemented in my mind as one of the best days of my life, and I was going to make the most of it. “It doesn’t have to end yet.”
I slipped my hand from around his neck and slid it down his chest, the heel of my hand bumping down his abs until my fingertips met with the top of his boxers. His breath hitched, hot on my ear as I pushed my hand between the silk and his skin. His cock was bigger than I expected, and my fingertips brushed against the tip almost immediately. Wrapping my fingers around his girth, my pulse throbbed in between my legs. My body ached for his.
My chin met the surface of the water. “Max, we’re sinking,” I whispered, not releasing him from my grip.
“I can’t concentrate on anything with your hand on my cock.” His laugh was strained. “You better let go before we drown.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and released his manhood, replacing my hand with the part of me that wanted him most.
He let out a groan. “That’s worse.” Wrapping his arms around me he pulled me under the water. I instinctively released my legs. A sunbeam penetrated through the water and I could see Max’s face as clearly as though we were still on the rock. Air bubbles clung to his eyelashes as he blinked under the water. We stayed suspended below the surface, blinking at each other, and then Max pressed his lips to mine and kicked us to the surface.
My last boyfriend had given up when I couldn’t take time off work to spend it with him. Before him, it was the same story. In the experience department, I might as well have been a virgin. Max’s desire was palpable, and that day I learned that there was a wild woman inside of me, one that could be brought to the brink of orgasm by the warmth of a dick pressed against the cotton of her panties. If he could do that to me through clothes, what would happen when we took them off?
We swam to shore and draped our bodies on the rock like we were seals. Our chests rose and fell from the exertion of the swim and we laced our fingers together as we baked on the rock. “What are your plans this week?” he asked.
The question was innocent, but it reminded me that there was life outside Keystone Point. “I have a job interview.”
“For another job? I thought that you already had a couple.” He squeezed my hand. “You shouldn’t have to work so hard. You should spend more time enjoying…this.” He gestured to the lake with his foot.
I had to work hard to free myself from Christina. I tamped down the anger that I felt at his comment – he had no idea. It must be nice to be able to spend your free time frolicking in the lake and catapulting off rope swings, but that wasn’t my life.
